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11-15-2014, 10:08 PM
Wake up. Wake up. It is time to start again.
There is no one, as there hasn't been in the recent moon cycles. These trees aren't below Izanami anymore; I have failed in keeping her gift to them if I have left her sanctuary. Bones will scatter the ground more often now if there is no one to guide them to safety. In traveling endlessly about these trees, there is nothing to make it where it should. Even the geography is different. Caves don't litter the landscape, animals move through the trees freely and there is an obvious lack of the mushrooms and other edible foliage that I have learned to suffice by. Home is somewhere, but without the familiar watch of Izanami, I feel that I won't return to it.
Few have met me, and what really makes this different is that speak differently. Most of the time I can't understand the words that their lips make, only to stare with a blank expression and ears made to show my confusion. They don't understand my language because only their ears are the ones understanding, not their eyes. I hear there is no longer anyone left in this foreign place who may even understand my personal existence.
I fear I have become nanimonai, as that is what they are making me.
Tsukiyomi watches over, his light not endless in time but eternal in the way that it will always be there. His pale colour is soft and loose, weak though it illuminates the air that curls and twists with each of my exhales. It must be Fuyu here; the white blanket spread across the ground crunches and whispers below my ashen, coven hooves. It hangs everywhere when there is not a cloud in sight to taint the dark. My own shadow is fading, trailing beside me but tired in how we haven't seen the end of this place. Yes, there is home somewhere, but it is not here in these trees. There is no one to guide the wounded to safety, and I fear this is not a place of Her, only a place of others and the lesser beings such as myself.
They have all left me, I see now. They've left me in how I am no longer the guardian I desired to be, and now must wander the trees as I do so now. Their grasp is greedy from when I lower my head closer to my still beating heart to spare my antlers from their bone fingers. They rip and tear away the dolls. Somewhere in the trees, there is now a set of five dolls hanging in their mists, swaying in the wind and lifeless.
This place is no good for my kind, I see, but I shall adapt as I have done before because instinct is there to tell me it is what makes survival happen, and yet while She has two gifts to offer me, the first one that she is given is much greater than the second one she shall offer me in the later times.
OOC: Mainly narration, but expect it to end with the next post. Open to anyone who feels they want to post here, but he'll be heading off to the Basin.
Translations:
Izanami(She, Her): Japanese goddess of creation and death
Nanimonai: Nothing
Tsukiyomi: Japanese god of the moon
Fuyu: Winter
You are a ghost with a beating heart.
